Chrishan Poem by hazel jackson

Hes his own he is strong and bold a dangerous game, built within a tower of confusion...hes a searcher of more than you know he wants for more and gives so much than is asked...
A fellow man he works hard and gives his all, hes smart enough to know whats right and wrong, what may cut deep but keeps him whole..he'll never fall, there are no bumps in the road he takes only small mistakes 4rm which he learns.
Covered by art, and devotion hes mine his mind is beautiful and silently suffering, his thoughts hurt those that dont know....but his voice brings closure sending signals and letting emotions roll off his tounge like turpentine..hes an unknown addiction and someones conviction.